aircannonsinc Chapter 36 Sign-in Divine Item: Peach Pit, a Taboo of Kunlun Main Peak, and the Gaze of Odin!
Chapter 36 Sign-in Divine Item: Peach Pit, a Taboo of Kunlun Main Peak, and the Gaze of Odin!
The peaches of the Queen Mother of the West (with pits)?
Lin Fan's thoughts sank into the system space.
A peach pit the size of a thumb floats quietly, its entire body crystal clear, as if carved from the finest mutton fat jade, with strands of strange glow visible to the naked eye swirling around its surface.
An indescribable fruity fragrance permeated the depths of his soul.
[The Queen Mother of the West's Peach of Immortality (remaining pit): A divine object from the Jade Pool of Kunlun in ancient mythology. It takes three thousand years to bloom, three thousand years to bear fruit, and three thousand years to ripen. Mortals who eat it will instantly ascend to immortality. This is the pit left after the peach was eaten, still containing a trace of the true meaning of the Dao principles of 'immortality' and 'creation'.]
[Effect: Can be planted. Plant it in a place rich in spiritual energy and use supreme magic to accelerate its growth; there is a very small chance it can regrow a 'Post-natal Peach Tree'.]
It can be planted.
Lin Fan's eyes suddenly lit up with a gleam.
What does he lack most right now?
They have no shortage of supernatural powers or magical treasures.
What he lacks is something to decorate his courtyard house!
The "Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree" in the courtyard is nowhere to be seen yet, and now a "Postnatal Peach Tree" has arrived.
He can already picture the future.
Under the warm afternoon sun, he lay in a rocking chair, holding a cup of Enlightenment Tea with the aroma of Taoism in his left hand and a juicy peach in his right.
Regardless of the changing winds and the fierce competition outside the courtyard, he remained steadfast and unmoved.
The mere outline of such a life is enough to inspire longing.
"Good stuff, really good stuff."
Lin Fan carefully put the peach pit away, feeling much more at ease.
This trip to Kunlun, even just this appetizer, was worth the price of admission.
"Sir, where...are we now?"
Fang Qingxue finally recovered from the aftereffects of the violent spatial jump. She looked at the completely unfamiliar world around her, her voice trembling with a hint of awe.
"The edge of the Kunlun Mountains."
Lin Fan took out the ancient animal skin map and the dragon-seeking compass made of white bones.
As soon as the Dragon-Seeking Compass appeared, the bone needles on it began to tremble violently, emitting a soft buzzing sound, as if being pulled by an invisible force.
Finally, the bone needle paused abruptly and pointed steadily forward.
On that distant horizon, the outline of a snow-capped peak rises like the spine of a giant.
"It seems we're heading in the right direction."
Lin Fan put away the Dragon-Seeking Compass and pointed towards the snow-capped mountain.
"Our destination is in that mountain."
Fang Qingxue looked in the direction he pointed, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
That snow-capped mountain was much taller and more majestic than all the surrounding peaks. Its body was a breathtaking dark black, with only its summit covered in eternal white snow.
Even more strangely, the entire mountain was shrouded in a thin, ever-flowing layer of colorful clouds.
Just from a glance, Fang Qingxue felt as if her soul was being sucked into the colorful clouds, and the blood and qi in her body, which had just calmed down, began to boil again.
A fear stemming from her very survival instinct sent chills down her spine.
"Sir, that mountain... is very dangerous." She spoke each word slowly and deliberately, her voice extremely solemn.
"I know." Lin Fan's expression also changed from casual to calm and profound. "That should be the main peak of Kunlun Ruins, the true mythical land. It is covered with ancient restrictions and formations. One wrong step and you will be annihilated, soul and body."
"Then we..." A hint of worry flashed in Fang Qingxue's eyes.
"It's alright, we have the 'key'."
Lin Fan waved the animal hide map in his hand, his tone relaxed.
"Following the map is always safe."
He spoke casually, but inwardly he was on high alert.
This is, after all, the legendary land of all gods. Even if he holds the "Seal of the Human Emperor" as a trump card, he must still maintain awe.
Even an insignificant defensive formation left behind by ancient gods can evolve into a deadly trap capable of annihilating everything over countless ages.
He couldn't bear the consequences of making a mistake.
Without further delay, the two determined their direction and, braving the biting cold wind, began their trek toward the main peak shrouded in five-colored clouds.
……
at the same time.
As Lin Fan set foot on the land of the Kunlun Snow Region, the storm he had personally stirred up was sweeping across the entire mortal world.
The once invincible North American biotechnology giant, Ares Industries, was reduced to ashes in just a few hours.
The stock price crashed, and all the secret bases were raided and sealed off by a joint effort of global official forces. The formula for their core product, the "Rampage" potion, had become worthless after Lin Fan publicly "optimized" it.
Gregory, the "Butcher" who once struck fear into the world, did not leave China after his defeat.
He dismissed all his subordinates and went alone to an ancient Taoist temple on the outskirts of the capital, where he shaved his head and became a Taoist priest who swept the courtyard.
It is said that he claimed to have committed many sins in his life and wished only to spend his days with a lamp and ancient books, repenting for the departed souls.
A ruthless demon king who killed without hesitation was converted into a devout believer.
This news shocked the world even more than the bankruptcy of Ares Industries.
What exactly is this mysterious "Master of the Courtyard" in China?
Possessing divine power and the compassion of the Buddha?
In the hearts of countless people around the world, Lin Fan's image has been shrouded in an increasingly distant, mysterious, and unfathomable mist.
This veil of mystery finally alerted some ancient beings on Earth who had been dormant for countless years.
……
In the depths of the Norwegian Sea in Northern Europe.
On an island shrouded in perpetual storms and mist, stands a magnificent palace forged from gold and silver.
Valhalla.
The main seat in the hall belonged to a burly man with one eye and a full beard, who was gazing silently into the void before him.
He is the origin of Norse mythology, the king of the gods—Odin.
Of course, he was not the true creator god.
He was merely an immortal being who, in the distant ancient times, acquired great power through special means and was revered as a god by the people of that time.
At this moment, his single eye gleamed with a runic light.
In the air before him, a water mirror made of runes was silently playing a scene.
It was Lin Fan who "repaired" the heavens and earth and "reshaped" Gregory's image in the sky above the capital.
The moment Lin Fan reached out and smoothed out the spatial rift, the entire magnificent palace fell into a deathly silence.
Below, the heroic warriors clad in ancient Viking armor, exuding a fierce aura, all stopped what they were doing, their expressions filled with horror.
"Father God, this man from the East... what power does he wield?"
A burly man with long blond hair, wielding a warhammer, asked in a deep voice.
Thor, the God of Thunder.
Odin remained silent for a long time, the runes in his single eye calculating and flashing frantically.
After a long while, he slowly spoke in an incredibly ancient and weathered tone.
"That is not any kind of power we are familiar with."
"It's not magic, not divine power, and certainly not technology."
Odin's voice echoed in the deathly silent Valhalla, carrying a hint of... apprehension that even he himself was unaware of.
"That is a kind of... higher-dimensional authority."
"He's making the rules, not using them."
"His strength comes from the ancient land beneath his feet and from the civilization behind him that has been dormant for too long."